Chiara
Profile
Basic Information
Name:
Chiara
Nickname(s):
Kiki
Age:
Birth Date:
Height:
5'2 | 158CM
Gender:
F
Race:
Water Oriad
Class:
Healer
Occupation:
Novice Priestess
Guild(s):
Trinida Temple
Enhancement(s):
Likes
Gifts, Gardens, Admirers
Dislikes
Haggling, Cold Weather, Careless people
Personality
Bold, Confident, Caring, Dutiful, Sentimental, Shallow, Materialistic, Proud, Conceited, Nosy
A romantic at heart and a sucker for a good story - the type to be moved easily to tear.
Unfortunately gullible. Having lived a fairly sheltered life since awakening, she can be a bit lacking in common sense.
Bad with money. Since most of her needs are met at the temple, she has a very poor grasp on how to spend/save properly.
Lover of all things beautiful, including herself. Yes, she considers herself a piece of art, created by Mareus in her own image. She takes great care of her own appearance and frankly looks down on those who do not.
That said, she’s happy to pamper/groom others and give them a make over if they let her. In that regard, she’s a bit of a busybody and definitely not shy about getting involved in other people’s business.
Enjoys being the center of attention and being admired.
For the most part, she thinks the world is a wonderful place and she’s happy to be able to enjoy more of it. She’s not too curious about her past as she prefers to live in the moment, though she does believe that she was born to serve a bigger purpose.
Takes her responsibilities very seriously.
Predicitably, her love language is gift-giving. She loves presenting her friends with bouquets and little trinkets which she finds pleasing to the eye.
Very open with sharing her emotions and opinions, though it can be said she’s not as sensitive as she should be given her tendency to speak so freely…
Not the type to admit to being wrong, but can be counted on to apologize in other ways.
History
She’d woken to the muted sound of spring rain, each droplet a gentle knock on the window to her consciousness. Emerging from her brook in the wake of a storm, she’d found herself in the middle of a blooming meadow and marveled at the wondrous sight before her. Bursts of color stretched from where she stood to the edge of the horizon no matter where she turned to look. Filled with awe, the oriad could only weep when the blooms she’d plucked to adorn her body blackened overnight, rotting away.
This was her first encounter with the thought of death in her new life. Even if she could not put a word to it, she felt fear deep inside of her. Each time as she closed her eyes to sink into slumber, she would slowly caress the petals embedded into her skin and wonder if she, too, would wake to find herself touched by decay.
Yet despite the flowers fading with the passing of days, she found herself unchanged. As her fear subsided, she came to the conclusion that she was not the same as the flowers and began to ask herself a different question - what was she, if not a flower? If not part of this meadow? She wandered out in search of an answer, and eventually she crossed paths with a kindly hunter who took her to Amedra. If anyone might know how to help this strange creature, he’d figured that it’d be the priests.
What beautiful sights! And what beautiful people! The wilted petals of her meadow became a distant memory as she found herself in front of the grand Trinida Temple. While in the care of a priestess named Aquila, she learned to speak and communicate with others. Once she’d found her voice - oh how she loved to talk! - she began training with the other novices, and they collectively decided on a name for her: Chiara, for the way light seemed to have been captured by the canvas that is her skin.
And with that name, Chiara felt as if she’d found her purpose - until Mareus’s return, she would serve as the light of hope for the faithful flocking to the temple grounds seeking guidance. Pointing to herself and her fellow oriads as living proof of the Gods’ awakening powers, she reveled in the attention from Mareus’s worshippers. This high did not last long once news of Mareus’s awakening actually reached the Temple - despite being surrounded by grateful and relieved citizens of Amedra, the oriad was not happy. She’d sensed nothing of the Goddess’s reawakening despite her fervent prayers, and felt like a fraud for calling herself Mareus’s child.
Unable to bear the shame that followed in the wake of her realization, the oriad requested to embark on a pilgrimage to visit St. Battistas once the border reopened, hoping to both renew her faith and leave her troubled thoughts behind in Amedra…
Current Story
Additional Info
Smells faintly of flowers + rain
Carries a vial of water from the brook of her origin with her
I can’t draw plants but her hair is supposed to be just braided strands of the plant with the leaves wrapped around the stalks. When fully unbraided it goes down to almost her knees.
Sweet tooth
Ceremonial dancer